My body speaks to me; the ultimate body language. It says: ‘FFS turn the lights out.’ ‘Yes, your bum DOES look big in that.’ ‘You used to be so much slimmer, I mean LOOK at you!’ ‘Really? Shorts?’ ‘Stop eating. Just stop.’ ‘You look hideous in that, just look at your belly.’ Ah, yes. My [click here to read more]
I have noticed, recently, that a few well-established blogs are going about somewhat of a transformation – namely – they are changing their name and twitter handle etc. The key reason behind this seems to be that the blog name no longer reflects who they are or what they write about. Brave move. Stupid move? I don’t think so. Partly because they are so well-set in the blogging world that everyone will know who they are anyway, and followers will just keep on following. I also think it is wise to move with the times, keep up with changes and also with who you are. These bloggers are actually staying true to themselves and what blogging IS, so hats off to them.
Now, I have always been a teeny bit of a sheep. So all this got me thinking….this blog is now weeks off being 3 years old and I wondered – perhaps it has also outgrown its name?
I named it ‘Hello Wall…’ after Shirley Valentine, a 42 year old housewife, stuck with no proper conversation or raison d’être and so, she finds sanctuary in talking to the wall. (For further clarification – take a look at my ‘About Me‘ page for an excerpt).
So I look to my life: not solely a housewife, a part-time one. 41. Lots going on with Paper Swans taking off…
I then remember a conversation I had just last night, where I questioned if I had changed in the last few years? Life has certainly moved forward and things seem better generally, but are things really different? The answer I got then answers the question I have now raised about whether my blog needs a change?
What was the answer?
Well, you’d have to ask the kitchen wall…
I apologise for the overuse of italics in this post. Oh, bugger. I’ve done it again.